Buying Beth

She disappears to the bathroom and I can feel the ache of my bladder begin to push on me. Standing from the bar, I head back to the hallway leading to bathrooms. Walking in quickly, I do a once over in the mirror after I take care of business.

I’m not the best-looking bastard on the block, but I did get my father’s strong Viking features. Running my fingers through my beard to get the scragginess out, I stare at myself for a moment.

Looking in my eyes, I can see tonight won’t be enough with this girl. That touch of her skin was just too fucking much for it to be a one-nighter.

Maybe a two-nighter will work…

Walking out the door, I see the women’s opening at the same time.

Both of us stop there, together in the hallway.

She has a slight blush to her pale skin as she gives me a nervous smile. She may have been confident earlier with the music, but now she seems timid. It could be that I tower over her, maybe by a foot. She isn’t a tall woman, probably five seven, hundred and twenty pounds.

She’s delicate and beautiful.

“Hey, good choice in music,” I say.

“Oh! Thank you… I love music. Just about any kind is my favorite. It’s a passion for me.”

I nod my head. “You picked a good list. Anytime you come here, you get free reign on the jukebox.”

Her eyes twinkle as she says, “Thanks!”

I take a step toward her and she takes a step back, bumping into the wall. Leaning close to her, I can’t help but grin as I watch her eyes widen and that blush deepen.

Yeah, I got her right where I want her.

I put my hands on the walls, caging her in.

Being closer to her, the difference couldn’t be clearer. I smell like guns, oil, and motorcycle engine grime. She’s the opposite of me, smelling of lilac soap and a faint hint of perfume wafts through my nose. It’s not overpowering, like what her friend Sophia has on.

It’s something else… maybe her body’s natural scent.

“Wha…” she starts to say before I lean in even closer.

“What?” I ask as I stare into those soulful, hazel eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“Figuring out how many days it’s going to take to get you out of my system.”

Her eyes widen. I think the confusion on her face makes it obvious that she’s not as experienced as I first thought. She has this innocent air about her that makes my blood rush to all the right places.

She smells so pure and right.

Leaning in until our foreheads are barely touching, I give her a smile. “You and me had a spark back there at the bar.”

“We did?” she squeaks out, and I nod.

“Yeah. You can’t tell me you didn’t feel it too.”

“I… I…” she stammers.

I can’t control myself any longer as I stare at those plump, pink lips. My mouth pushes down hard against hers. Her lips are so soft, so smooth and inviting.

She pulls away from my kiss and gasps. “What are you doing?”

“What you’ve been dreaming about,” I say with a smirk.

She wanted that kiss as much as I did. She may have pulled back at the last moment, but right before she did, she pushed against my lips.

Leaning in again, I kiss those lips and this time she doesn’t pull away. Her hands reach up to my chest and she grabs my shirt.

Tonight is going to be a good fucking night.

Our tongues glide against each other as I slide a hand off the wall. First, I run my hand along her back, then I grab her juicy ass and pull her hard against my cock.

My cock is going from a semi to a full fucking raging hard-on of steel.

She moans as she shifts one hand away from my chest and brings it up behind my neck. She holds me in place as we spar with our tongues. I feel her leg wrap around mine as she tries to get even closer to me.

It’s only our need to breathe that stops us from ripping each other’s clothes off right now and here.

“So what are you do—,” I start to ask her when a horrible screech comes from the front of the bar.

Her friend Sophia comes running back to us with a wide-eyed look of terror. “Amanda just blasted all over the place… It’s like a nightmare or something.”

I have no clue what blasted means until I get a small whiff of Sophia. Looking her up and down, I see a wet circle at the bottom of her jeans.

Yep, blasted must mean puke.

“Shit,” I grumble at the same time as Beth.

We look at each other and she laughs. “This is going to be gross.”

Heading towards their table, I see a huge puddle of liquid with what looks like tissue paper in it. “Who the fuck pukes tissue paper?”